#agentswift

@agent-swift

“Oh, no. I’m sure I’ll… be okay.”

{Swift never liked doctors, or nurses, or anything to do with the medical field for that matter. Though Brenda was right with what she said, Swift was sure whatever the pain was would pass. It was most likely just normal. Hopefully.}

“...”

[She didn’t want to insist too much. After all, perhaps Swift had a better idea of what was normal for him and what wasn’t. Unless, of course, he had some form of nosocomephobia. Then that’d mean that even in a lot of pain he’d refuse to see a doctor anyway.]

“It doesn’t hurt when you press down a little, does it?”

Never could have Hershel ever thought he’d find himself visiting the Nest out of his own, free will. And not only was he not alone, but he found himself with his wife sitting next to him as he lowered down the Bostonius into the shipyard. 

This might’ve been an awful idea. 

He was too late to turn around the airship. If he did anything suspicious, they risked getting gunned down. He turned his eyes to Brenda. She smiled serenely back at him, holding a fruit cake she had made. It was reassuring that she thought about these small details. He hadn’t even thought about even getting a gift!

“...If anything dangerous happens, I want you to do whatever you can to save yourself.” He told her, before powering off the airship. 

@mintteaandmemory:

This seemed to have caused confusion in Brenda. 

“I’m not leaving you here! And-- nothing will happen.” She had reached out to take his hand, and held it with a firm grip. “They won’t hurt us. I know they won’t!”

Fortunately, her voice didn’t shake when she said that, making her words seem quite certain. Then, she led him outside the airship, to go look for Swift.

@agent-swift

“--Swift?”

“Wait--”

[She took a moment, but it didn’t take her long to recognize his face.]

“‘Ello. You lost, love?” 

For all his tough-guy look, this fellow seems to be somewhat harmless, tapping the ashes off his cigarillo with his thumb, not really nailing Swift down with his stare. He’s more so looking off and down as he cleans his cig, before looking back up to them, taking another drag. 

He’s wrapped in a black, leather jacket, a red turtleneck on underneath, and a grey scarf around his neck and tucked into his jacket, the tasseled ends poking back out from the bottom, and wearing black jeans. 

For all he looks like he belongs in a gang, no goons, no vehicles, and no tags accompany him. 

“Ugh, it’s like I’ve been living through the seven layers of hell. But, isn’t that my life anyway?”

{He chuckled. However, he stopped when he heard those two words. He wasn’t one for parties, and he certainly didn’t see the point. He only had three months left anyway. That and someone was sure to throw gender stereotypes at him. Blue does not mean boy, in his eyes. And heck, he didn’t even know himself!}

“Oh, god no. I hate the effort.”

“That’s quite alright!”

[It might sound horrible-- but sparing the money for the gift was no problem for her!]

“No! I’m already at the limit!”

[She said, glancing at the dashboard for a moment to confirm how quickly she was going before getting her eyes back on the road. At least there was no other car on the road. But they were still within the city limits!]

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